Chapter 82 Torture III
Kristen's POV
"Sarah's quick death is just the tip of the iceberg, Kristen," Jack hunks down his height to Sarah's dead body and pokes it.
"She's been here for four years and I got bored of her, so I thought it was high time I saved her from her misery," he strokes her cheek and smiles as if he admired her in death more than when she was alive.
The urge to puke comes up again, but I harden my jaw this time because Jack hasn't forgiven me over what happened a few minutes ago. I puked on his face and that even resulted in poor Sarah's death.
"You want to see more? You want to see what I do to people who disobey me?" Jack looks at me again, with his anger returning. One moment he's hot and the next he's cold. The true nature of a psycho.
"Answer me, Kristen. You want to take a peek?" His voice is much louder and scary this time.
"No, please," I tremble out of fright from the menacing way Jack is staring at me.
"You don't get to decide here, Kristen. I am your husband, I do what I want." He tells me.
And I nod vigorously. Agreeing to everything he's saying at this point is the right thing to do.
"I say things how I want them, and you obey, clear?" He lets go of Sarah's body and rises to his feet. "Clear," my reply comes out quickly.
"Then why did you try to fight me?" Jack asks quietly, as if he's referring to something else.
"What?" I blink, thinking he had forgotten about it already.
"I said, why did you fucking try to fight me?" His voice is much louder and domineering this time.
This is a typical psycho's behavior. They don't let go of things, they might pretend they do, but still bring it up later. Except Jack is way worse.
"I'm so sorry. So sorry for disrespecting you, Jack. I would never fight with you. My wolf was just trying to protect me." I explain, with a shaky voice.
Jack's eyes immediately soften and I am starting to think he'll accept my apology and let this slide, but then his face contorts in anger.
"It's too late to apologize, Kristen. You need to be taught a lesson so you won't disobey me next time." He growls, stunning me out of my senses because I have tried to study him within my short stay here, but it's futile. No one can ever understand Jack or predict what next he'll do.
"I'll teach you never to disobey your husband again," he grits out.
"Yes," I agree, but please don't kill me," I implore because I can't afford to die when I have another life growing inside of me. The baby is barely three weeks old.
"Kill you? When I haven't had fun with your body until I got bored of it? Neh," Jack shakes his head, "I need to enjoy what you've been giving to Calhoun first, and then I'll decide on keeping you or not."
Wait a minute, is he talking about sleeping with me? I don't want to even imagine it because it's so stomach-churning at the mere thought of having his hands on my body and undressing me.
Cold surges through me when it's so hot in here. I am trying as much as I can to not look at Sarah's dead body, and at the same time, avoiding Jack's gaze on me.
"You don't want to sleep with me because you think I'm too smelly and disgusting, unlike your Alpha Calhoun who has the most pleasant masculine smell," Jack chuckles to himself.
"I never said that," I sigh, hating the fact that he's bringing this up.
"But it's written all over your face," Jack points out.
This time, I gulp instead of replying.
"You know something I like about you, Kristen?" Jack asks, lowering his height to my cage once more.
While I remain silent.
"You weren't intimidated by your mother, you let Calhoun fuck you as much as he wanted." Jack clenched his jaw after saying this.
"Please stop," I beg, because it's making me worse than disturbed, hearing him talk about Calhoun like that.
"Stop? I haven't even started anything, my sweet," he turned away from me to call Clegnor.
"Take the body away, it's distracting me," he orders and Clegnor obeys, by pulling Sarah's dead body through the legs. And as her head and the rest of her upper body get dragged through the floor, the blood gets on everywhere.
I can see several other women watching from their cages. No one dares cough because they're all afraid of getting hurt by Jack. I can't believe most of them have been locked in here for years when they have families out there.
"I will tell you a short story, Kristen. And then we'll take a quick tour through the rest of this place because I'd like you to see some things for yourself." Jack has that sinister smile on his face once more.
"Did you know I tried kidnapping you one time and you got rescued?" Jack questions and I am wondering if I misheard him or he's just bluffing.
"Did you?" He repeats.
"I don't understand," I rasp out, rubbing the side of my arm.
"I'll take it that Calhoun never told you. Big guy was trying to be good to you," Jack chuckles to himself.
Jack tried to kidnap me once? When? Why am I just finding out?
"When he took you to the cabin," Jack continues as if reading my thoughts.
"That night, I saw Calhoun's car with both of you in it, so I shifted and trailed right after it until the two of you stopped in front of the cabin. It was the second time I saw you, and then I knew I was obsessed. I hung around and saw the both of you fucking through the window."
Jesus! The whole time Calhoun and I got intimate that night, Jack watched us from afar? My brain is still trying to comprehend everything I just heard from him.
"It was fun to watch but I knew it would have been better if it was me and not him inside of you." He adds.
Quickly, I look away from him. Because I'd rather die than let him touch me with those hands of his, or even slip his cock inside of me.
"I left and returned the following morning, I watched you get drunk and then Calhoun took you in so you could rest." God, he's worse than a psycho. How could he be so obsessed with me to keep coming back? When he had all these women here at that time?
"I saw the opportunity to steal you when he left the cabin to get something, and I did take you away, but Calhoun caught me. He's not a rogue like me, but an Alpha, so that made him more unique." Jack proceeds to sit on the floor as if he's telling me a fairytale. He doesn't even mind that his clothes are getting stained with Sarah's blood.
"Calhoun and I fought, he was stronger. Almost killed me, but I let my wolf bite him, and then I took off, leaving you in my truck."
Twenty minutes later.
"Where are you taking me?" My voice is shaky and barely audible. But Jack, who already has keen ears, hears me.
"You'll see," Jack whispers as if he has a surprise for me. Something which I dread.
Is he taking me out here to kill me?
Please don't hurt me," My mouth is already moving and speaking without my permission, because of the fear in me.
I want to show you something, Kristen.
I am sobbing really hard as Jack pulls me through the chain on my neck like I am a dog.
It's dark in here, save for the torchlight Jack is holding.
He tightens the chain around his hand as he slides a key into the lock, and then opens the door.
A deadly malodor hits my nostrils.
What is he keeping here? It smells like dead bodies.
Jack turns on a switch, and the lights get turned on one by one.
A quick gasp erupts from my mouth when my eyes capture a dead naked woman, who is tied to a pole, with a blindfold on her
eyes.
Her skin is already a dull green, completely different from that of a living person.
It makes me feel barfy but I am already training myself to keep from throwing up around Jack. He hates it. He's not aware I'm pregnant and I plan to keep it away from him.
"She wouldn't let me inside of her, so I killed her three days ago." He has this sick grin on his face after letting this out.
"And that one over there," he points at another naked woman who is sprawled on the floor.
"She spat at me when I tried to undress her, so I raped and killed her." Jack pulls me closer through my chain, so I can take a closer look at the dead body he's referring to.
I swallow hard because this is too much for me to take at the moment. He's trying to show me what he'll do to me if I disobey him. I have never been so afraid of someone in my life before.
"You see that one? And that one?" Jack keeps pointing at the dead bodies, some I cannot even look at because they're rotting.
Skeletons are here too.
No wonder this place has a foul odor. He stores dead bodies here. Which is such an awful thing to do.
He's a real psycho, and I am praying to the moon goddess to bring people not just to my rescue, but every innocent woman who's been locked up and traumatized by this place.
Tears blur my vision as I try to suppress my sobs but it's effortless, seeing Sarah's body on a black couch just weakens me to the bone. She's been here for four good years, only to get murdered as if her life meant nothing.
And upon thinking about how all these dead women suffered when they were alive, my sobs come out loud and uncontrollable. "Every female I bring in here cries their eyes out. It's not a new thing to me," Jack mutters, and smiles inauspiciously.
"Why are you doing this?" My voice is hoarse and hateful when I ask him this.
"What have I done?" Jack feigns confusion for a second.
"Kidnapping, torturing, and hurting women." I blurt out, rubbing my wrists because they're hurting.
"Oh," Jack walks until he's standing in front of me, then he squats and puts his hand on my hair.
"The world is a free place, is it not? Alphas control packs, they have people at their beck and call. While the rogues who get kicked out of their packs are considered worthless," Jack strokes my hair and sighs heavily.
"I am a rogue, unwanted in every pack, so if an Alpha is having one Luna to himself and people are getting married or mated, why can't I have a house full of women?" He lifts a brow at me.
"This is not a house, Jack. It's a prison." I don't even know where the courage to speak and point out his cruelty is coming from. When he can kill me within a matter of seconds.
"Prison, house, estate, they're all the same because people live in them," Jack pats my head before withdrawing his hand.
"Not this way." I shake my head.
"Some men get married and cheat on their wives with different women, the same way Calhoun married your mom and still fucked you behind her back."
"Don't say it like that!" I bite my tongue to keep from spilling that Calhoun and I are mates because it might trigger Jack to hurt
me beyond measure.
"If every man can do as he deems fit, why should I be an exception?" Jack cocks his head to his side as he looks at me, expecting
a response from me.
"You're handling things wrongly," I make this known to him, after gulping hard.
"What do you mean?" Jack squints at me, hinting that he's interested to hear me say more.
I hesitate before giving him my answer because talking to someone like him is dangerous. Each reply I give feels like I am
stepping into quicksand.
"These women have lives, they have families who are worried about them."
"You think I don't fucking know?" He lashes out, completely upset.
"They're innocent," my voice is shaky.
"Enough!" Jack snaps, and I quickly clamp my mouth shut, so as not to upset him.
"You don't tell me what to do," He points in my face.
Tears threaten to come once more because I don't even know how long I'll last with someone like Jack. I might die today,
tomorrow, or at any time.
"I am sorry if I went overboard," I murmur, rubbing the side of my arm.
"Shut up! You think I don't know you're trying to get on my good side, so I won't hurt you?" He accuses.
I shudder, because Jack might be a sick person but he's also very smart.
At this point, I know it's best to stay silent than to utter any word because anything I say will be twisted and used against me.
Jack roughly pulls me out through the chain and slams the door shut.
"I have given you enough grace, you need to be taught a lesson."
My heart is pounding so loudly in my chest until it's the only thing I can hear, along with Jack's quick footsteps.
I am shivering as if I am near convulsion because I don't know where else Jack is taking me to.
He keeps letting out muted curse words as he drags me like an animal.
Jack unlocks another door and shoves me into a room.
"Please don't hurt me," I implore, tearing up once more.
"One more word from you, and you'll be sorry," he warns sternly.
And I shut my mouth. Still, my lips are trembling as I weep silently because Jack is undressing.
I can't afford to get touched by him. It's just too much for me to take.
Jack strips until he's at his boxers before turning to me.
"No, please. Don't do this," I implore, backing the door.
"I told you to shut up!" His fist connects to my face and immediately, the pain makes me lose my balance.
My body drops to the floor as I burst into wails.
"Shut up, shut up!" Jack keeps punching and kicking me, to the extent I start coughing out blood.
"I don't care if you vomit at this point, I'll take you right here and now," his hands are already ripping my dress apart, while I
weep like an animal going through the fate of death.
"Do you know how much trouble I went through, trying to kidnap you? I waited for a month!" He yells in my face, "And now
you want me not to touch you?"
"I AM PREGNANT!" This squeal leaves my mouth right before I can even stop myself.
And Jack immediately stops dead in his tracks, with his eyes growing big in their sockets.